I can’t feed us, I can’t keep a roof over our heads, I can’t buy us the things we want, or need…
I failed. Myself and you.
And I’m sorry. You should find somebody who has the means…because I don’t.
I fucking suck.
Wake me up when you’re awake. Please.
I seriously don’t sleep comfortably if you’re up, so it’s not helping me to keep me asleep. Wake me up. Stop saying it’s because I’m asleep. Stop telling me I need more rest. I’m more used to long hours than you think, so fucking let me be awake with you.
I’m happy you’ll be with me when we see the apocalypse.
To leave this city. To leave the state potentially…
I really wanna get outta PA. I’ve had enough of it.
Jesus the last 3 days felt like 3 months.
HURRY UP! Actually, take your time. I wanna clean up that fucking room.
I only have 1255 posts (including this one).
People that have been on Tumblr since I have, or after I have, probably have like…123485794938 posts on their shit.
Shows where priorities lie…
Or how many people have more time than I do…as soon as I’m off this train I’m going back into hiding.
Sucks for you guys.
It’s either the country parts of PA (too cold though),
Or a warmer setting…like NC, or Florida…or Georgia…
I’m thinking Virginia too…
But still…the move is officially starting…looking at places and finding jobs has never been more…tedious.